after having watched the whole documentary, i’m not fully certain that j. michael seyfert really delved into every aspect of the sex tourism in jamaica. instead, it seems that he touched on it as a segue into rasta culture/ philosophy. there’s nothing necessarily wrong w/ that, but i definitely thought i’d be seeing something a bit different. i suppose, though, that this film serves to explain (even if loosely) what/ who rastas are vs. the outside world’s often stereotypical view of them.

i don’t believe for one minute that this even scratches the surface, for real. the women who engage in such activities worry the shit out of me, but that’s another rant for another day.

not sure what it’s all about, but i cant imagine it’s much different than all the dudes i know thinking they’re sly & asking me about how easy it is 2 talk 2 girls in Brasil (who dont speak english) & get them 2 ‘go out with them’.